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THE PLEASURES OF INNOCENCE.
Bliss is hovering, smiling, everywhere,—
Hovering o'er the verdant mountain,
Smiling in the glassy fountain;
Bliss is hovering, smiling, everywhere.
Hovering o'er the verdant mountain,
Smiling in the glassy fountain;
Bliss is hovering, smiling, everywhere.
Tender love is active everywhere,—
Active in the shady bower,
In the little modest flower;
Tender love is active everywhere.
Active in the shady bower,
In the little modest flower;
Tender love is active everywhere.
Innocence unseen is ever near;
In the tall tree-top it lingers,
In the nest of feathered singers,—
Innocence unseen is ever near.
In the tall tree-top it lingers,
In the nest of feathered singers,—
Innocence unseen is ever near.
Pleasure echoes, echoes far and near;
From the green bank decked with flowers,
Sunny hills, and pleasant bowers,—
Pleasure echoes, echoes far and near.
From the green bank decked with flowers,
Sunny hills, and pleasant bowers,—
Pleasure echoes, echoes far and near.
Up and weave us now a flowery crown;
See the blossoms all unfolding,
Each its beauteous station holding,—
Up and weave us now a flowery crown.
See the blossoms all unfolding,
Each its beauteous station holding,—
Up and weave us now a flowery crown.
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Go ye forth and join the May-day throng;
Sings the cuckoo by the river,
In the breeze the young leaves quiver,—
Go ye forth and join the May-day throng.
Sings the cuckoo by the river,
In the breeze the young leaves quiver,—
Go ye forth and join the May-day throng.
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